I dream that I’m watching a new episode of ‘The Good Place’. The main character is I wanna say J.D. from Scrubs…? He’s in Paradise and asks to see his ‘nonni’, I’m confused because I thought he was Jewish. We are introduced to his grandparents and also his cousin who really loves trans women. As I watch I’m reading a review about how perfect the episode’s ending is, so I’m very eager as you can imagine. The cousin gets to a castle full of beautiful trans women, we linger on every gorgeous face and impeccable makeup and I’m overwhelmed with joy. In the end the cousin falls for a cis woman though, and that’s absolute horse crap and I’m pissed.
Author: Decade Dream Journal
The One That Got Away
(This is a dream about a person I hadn’t thought about in years, a girl who stayed in my school for a few months in fifth grade: her family ran a circus and she had to move around the country a lot. She had blond hair and the biggest blue eyes. We made fast friends and then she left town and I never saw her again.)
I dream that the girl from the circus is back in town, she’s an adult now but her eyes are still the same. Her family is famous, they were in a movie too. We have them over for dinner and I feel totally inadequate. I show her a picture of us at my 11th birthday, she smiles fondly. I feel very weird, like I don’t even deserve to be in her presence.
Feels Familiar But It’s Actually Not
I dream that I’m trying to hijack a building with my cousin and the whole thing feels like a deja vu. We ride up to the 45th floor, then pose as workers and hang posters on the elevator saying it’s broken and to use the other one. So far so good. We get in the elevator and my cousin pushes a button. “We’re supposed to be going up, not down,” I say. “I want to see the ocean,” she replies.
On the 44th floor there’s a vast open space covered in luxury swimming pools, it’s a sight to behold. The residents are all over, laughing, playing, swimming. We pass a waterfall, it’s artificial but it feels like the real thing; we keep walking, and I say, “Where are you going? We’re on a rooftop!” My cousin silently points at the stone path we’re walking on, and indeed we’re somewhere different. It starts raining.
This Is Def. Getting Upgraded To ‘Recurring’
I dream that I sneak into my old college apartment because I need a place to sleep for three days. Inside I find a mom with two children, and I apologize profusely because I thought the apartment would be empty. The woman is very happy to see me though and offers me to stay and a place to hide in case my old landlady shows up. Her husband arrives the next day and is very posh and rude and kicks me out.
So Uneasy
I dream that I’m watching a Sailor Moon episode that turns into a horror show about a painting that is beautiful if you have a pure soul, and show inexplicable horrors if you are a sinner. A taxi driver goes back to work after seeing the painting, a tall monster in a trench and bowler hat sits in the back of his taxi. “I’m going to hell,” says the monster. “That’s fine,” says the man, “I’m already there.”
Then I dream about punching my brother in the face, and it was well deserved.
Help Me Bey You’re My Only Hope
I dream that I’m in some sort of martial arts school, or maybe it’s a commune? The older students (who look like the doctors at my usual vet clinic) make my life impossible with tests and quizzes I couldn’t possibly know the answer to. The director is completely mad and likes cutting me up with a katana. He breaks my glasses and I’m desperate because how am I gonna fix them if I’m stuck here? One of the students is Beyoncé and she vows to help me.
I Just Need Love And Reassurance Maybe
I dream that it’s the last week of school and I’m planning to skip my finals. Again. (I’m fascinated at this point, nothing like this ever happened during my actual high school finals, so it’s obviously a manifestation of guilt and anxiety, maybe because I dropped out of college? But then why HS?) I also dream about a wonderfully round lady teacher hugging me and I’m just leaning into it because “I’ll take my affection where I can get it”.
My Mind Either Goes To Family Anxiety, Crowd Anxiety or Photographer Anxiety
I dream that we have a new house, an apartment above a bakery. I share a room with my little brother, and one day I find all of his friends inside it, dancing and playing and chilling on my bed. I’m very upset and yell at them to get out, I look completely mad. My brother is mad at me. He has me sit on a chair in front of him, grabs my hands and explains that he’s a YouTuber. Then we turn into the Olsen twins.
I wake up and when I fall asleep again I dream that I visit a camera store in town. I want to know if they have a vise to repair my dented lens, but a crowd of people walks in behind me and everybody is talking together and I’m getting anxious. The store owner has white hair and a sleazy smile, I don’t like him at all but I see he sells film rolls too, so I’ll have to buy from him after all.
You Can Always Count On Disney Villains
I dream that I get a message from a doctor saying, good news! I discovered you’re not depressed after all! I’m curious so I go see him, he’s giving a whole presentation about me, on a stage, slides on the big screen. He announces to the audience that I actually have “Empty Womb Syndrome.” I, of course, disagree with his findings and I’m actually pretty angry at him. I’m about to say something when Lady Tremaine herself walks on stage, announces that the doctor is a “charlatan”. She winks at the audience and says a surprise is up next. The Critical Role cast walks on stage and the crowd goes wild, the doctor is ushered out protesting loudly.
Here We Go Again.
(I have an important appointment today so of course I had a series of nested dreams where I woke up and tried getting ready only to fail miserably.)
It starts always the same way, I get up and go take a shower. Then I accidentally flood the bathroom, or panic because I’ve overslept and it’s only ten minutes until my appointment. One time my sister asks her friends to barricade themselves inside the bathroom just to spite me and they all smell and have greasy white people dreads. Another time there’s a dozen workers dressed in bright orange, staring at me from the bathroom window. A couple of times I just fly away and start having sex with people on the streets, because that’s what I do when I’m lucid dreaming.
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